97 adjoining county, six hundred acres of good land, well watered and gently rolling, with the blue haze of knobs in the background. His wife's health was getting steadily worse, and so he brought to keep house for him his older sister Matilda, who, unmarried, had been teaching in the smaller country schools of her section. Tolliver put white fences around the pastures of his farm, and built new barns and stables, the bams high and red and the stables low and white like the long fences. He bred blooded cattle and kept blooded horses, and he grew tobacco, He always asked advice of old residents in the section and listened attentively while they gave it. He rode much about the country, talking to the farmers and fishing and hunting with them. Then he went into politics, and was elected to the state senate. When his house burned, he built the new one, and soon afterward, strangers from Louisville and Frankfort and Lexington and Nashville began to come to the new house and drink whisky in the high-ceilinged rooms and walk out to the stables to look at the horses. After Tolli- ver went to Congress the first time, people from Washington and Baltimore began to come, now and then important people whose names were in the papers. And then Tolliver was elected to the Senate. But he still rode around the country and went fishing and hunting with the farmers and occasionally went to church at the little white weather- boarded Methodist church at Hope Springs, He did not put on airs, and often in his campaign speaking he would say, " I tell you I have known the pinch of poverty and the gnaw- ing of the belly, and I have known what it is to get up in the cold dark before sun and go with bare feet out on the frozen ground." Gradually people forgot that the new house had been built with his wife's money. And they forgot about her. She had died very shortly after the house was finished. As the carriage drew up the slope toward the house, a few flakes of snow drifted down from the grey sky. They were visible clinging to the stalks of dead weed by the lace, i 7 "!